Bonded

Chapter Twenty Two

Louis quietly shut the office door by leaning against it. He dropped the takeout bag he was holding, onto the floor beside him and looking up at his waiting partner. James, who was aware of Louis's presence before he even entered the room, had stopped working and was instead blatantly watching his little O. He pushed his chair away from the desk held his arms opened in anticipation of Louis's next move.

That visual was all Louis needed to run and jump into James's lap. He wrapped his arms around his partner's neck, and leaned his head in to deeply inhale his lover's scent. His whole body relaxed when he felt James' arms wrap around him with a tight squeeze.

"How was paintballing? Was it everything you thought it would be?" James asked, as he leaned back a bit in the chair.

Louis nodded his head as he sank down into his partner's lap. His arms slid down, around James' sides as he sighed and relaxed even further. As fun as his day was, this was still the best place to be.

"It was the best. I was so cool, you should have seen me." Louis told him, with more energy in his voice then he was actually displaying.

James chuckled, "You'll have to let me come next time then."

"After I practice a bit more," Louis told him. "You can only come if I'm good enough to kick your ass."

James's amused laughter filled the room. "I've never fired a gun before, I probably suck. If you cream me too badly it won't be any fun."

"It would be a lot of fun," Louis deadpanned.

James continued to laugh as he rubbed small circles on Louis's back. "How about Harry?" He asked. "Did he have fun too?"

"Ya, he did," Louis said as he sat up a bit. "At least I think he did .... He was pretty good at it actually."

"Oh really?" James asked as he leaned back even further to be able to look at Louis's face.

Louis nodded. "He said that his parents used to let him shoot stuff when he was really little."

James thought about it for a moment. "Well, other countries have different norms. His parents must have thought it was safe enough for him." He concluded.

Louis raised his eyebrow and gave James a look.

"Come on," James said, lifting his hands up in surrender. "Why are you looking at me like that, I'm not the one who gave a kid a weapon."

Louis chuckled and playfully punched James in the chest. "Ya, I guess your right." He conceded.

Before he could pull his arm back James leaned forward and caught Louis's fist in his hand. "Hey," he said in a deep sultry voice, "Are you being bad?"

"Maybe," Louis answered coyly. He quickly pulled his hand loose, turned around and leaned his back into James's chest.

James pulled Louis's body closer while leaning back further to take on more of Louis's weight. "Are you hungry?" he asked. "We can leave early and go somewhere nice."

"I'm stuffed." Louis answered with a pat to his still bloated belly. "Me and Harry just finished eating."

"You just finished eating ... this late?" James asked, sounding disappointed.

Louis grinned, "Yep, paintballing took too long."

"Where'd you go? Maybe I'll order something to pickup on the way home."

"Ukusno's" Louis answered quietly. "Harry wanted me to meet Slaven."

James pushed him up a bit and turned his body so that they faced each other. "You were comfortable going there?" He asked, searching for any sign of regret.